Not that I'm conceited or anything. I think most "girls" would have the same luck if they dress-up for their men. Anyway, this evening I had on a bl...ck short, shiny Lycra dress, high clunky pumps, silver jewelry and fairly bright red lipstick. That's a general idea of how I dressed in those days in an effort to pick up guys for sex. Now I prefer a certain type of guy. I don't like pretty boys, and I like them around my age, give or take a few years. In addition, I am attracted to a fit. I undressed in my bedroom and walked naked the short distance to the bathroom. I considered locking the door but swiftly dismissed the idea because if truth were told I wanted to see what would happen.I'd just settled down into the lovely hot water when I heard the back door close. My heart skipped a beat and I could tell by the feel of the butterflies in my stomach that I was extremely nervous, yet simultaneously excited. Sure enough a few moments later Hayley entered the bathroom again.She. The red grapes will come later from Hawkes Bay.’ ‘Poverty Bay is now generic Gisborne, daddy. Poverty Bay does not fit with modern day marketing imagining.’ ‘It was Poverty Bay when I went to school, and will remain Poverty Bay geographically to me,’ Cedric growled. ‘Yes, a little like an official geographical authority change that turned Mt Egmont back to Mt Taranaki.’ ‘Mt Taranaki? Never heard of it,’ Cedric said slyly but was ignored. On the Monday after the fabulous Saturday night. What matters is the feeling of my hard, throbbing cock swiftly going in and out of my secretary’s very wet and very tight pussy. I grunt as she starts to push her ass back, meeting my every thrust. Her moans become louder as I fuck her faster, remembering that I have a meeting to go to in thirty minutes. Soon, she screams as I feel her pussy clench my cock pleasurably. On the brink of my own orgasm, I pump hard and fast into her a few more times, and then I pull out, shooting ropes of cum all.